Rebuilt By Fear
I raise my arms up to the sun To show my darkness I have won No more reoccurring dreams Of my phantoms haunting me Your lament voices I'll no longer hear These lies
Taylor & Silk
This duet with the assistance of a friend playing warm up for a well known artist brought the house down with their original and amazing style .........A local pair leaving Oz to travel the world and play .....if you get the opportunity you must go and see them .......
''NO OTHER EXISTS''
Uniquely Me...
Time traveller
For you, time traveler From dust awakened as time about it's self bent a first murmur touched the universe animating the space with a strange desire to see th
New beginnings, new memories
It's an old cliche that today is the first day of the rest of your life, but it is true. Enjoy,embrace and be grateful for what this beautiful life has to offer you.
dance with me
In my arms I hold you tight Your arms carress my waist You r head rest on my shoulder you nibble my ear Sudducing me As we slowly dance Sweet music plays Lost in are rythems of dance feel your heart beat as you carress hold me t
True To One's Self
mask we all wear
Rice Straw..
talent is God given, be always humbled...
Ramblings
Just came out...
The World!
YOU MEN THAT LOVE DARKNESS MUCH MORE THAN LIGHT, YOU MEN ARE AN EXACT MIRROR OF JURASSIC PARK. IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT IS? THAT HAPPENS TO BE A DVD MOVIE. SO MANY WOMEN ALL OVER THE WORLD WILL AGREE ONCE THEY SEE THIS DVD FILM, THAT YOU DARK HEARTED MEN ARE JUST LIKE THOSE THINGS RUNNING AROUND IN JURASSIC PARK.
hope...
this poem is telling about how to meet a hope..
Feel Like Giving Up...But I Won't!
Trying my best to pass the test of life But here comes another ‘X’ to cause me stress and strife! My accuser says, “Throw in the towel and make an exit.” “Too hard! I Quit” I just can’t pass it. I‘ve been down this road before. I’m sure I maste
dear world
dear world do me one fever be real is all i ask but i know dear world you can not showing me is too hard for you maybe you can show just one time your world dear world then i will showinmg you my world deall
Peace
we all long for a peaceful life...peace is like a clear river...it must flow from one point to the other... Let us be the vessels Peace springs from....
Eye's
Eye's tell a story Some show strength Others show weakness Some will make you keep guessing And some show excitement You can tell who's Hurt or mad Happy or sad Tired or feeling Ready to give up Either way you look at it You will realize
MNDRS
peculiar kind of poem can't put my finger around it but then it just sound nice ...don't you think?
The three legged dog
Just kind of a parable about people who have a handicap or disease and just stop living or embracing life to to the fullest..But I did see a three legged dog one day however..
Seeds Of Eternity
Seeds Of Eternity Beyond the sunset where peace is found, There will not be found reason to cry, For beyond that veil without bound We find our home when our bodies die. Where the ocean ends and time e'er sleeps, Together in love we will e'
THANKS
For my bucket list is being completed one at a time. I want only to say thank you Lord for showing me the way. Thank you to my poetry friends for encouraging me each step. What a blessing you are to me each moment i am with you.
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
Obviously i would take my lovely wife with me ........he he
The Shroud That Shows
The Shroud That Shows I will meet you past twilight's last gleaming, Where bliss is but a memory away, And our embrace halts the tears streaming In night's refuge until the break of day. You will be mine and yours I'll ever be, Each night
Fear of Pain
This is my first poem posted since ive been out of jail. i will be posting more soon. this one along with the next several i have written in jail. i hope u enjoy my writing.
The Me Decade
I know this is a different type of write from me..I've had this contemporary type semi-autobiographical idea for this poem for some time..Inspired by Tom Wolfe's 1976 term of the 1970's being the "me decade." In order for Americans to relate to each other was to have a so called national therapy group..It seemed like everyone had a guru, priest, spiritual adviser or prophet...
Reasons
For Marikia as always you give me the inner strength to find me.
STAND UP SPEAK UP RISE UP
STAND UP SPEAK UP RISE UP If we don't stand up we better be prepared to watch another soul go down If we don't speak up we'll be living in despair another life gone down town if we don't rise up and be counted for we leave another s
Follow yourself through Time
Is life an accumulation of anguish or the pursuant of a mountain of generic modification added to at each generation. A learning process void of harmony just a few bitter and sweet lessons handed to each generation like a baton sometimes light and l
IT'S FOR FREE
@Sinquisitive - Within the 5 senses of Quinsatious, lays things none of us know or can explain- Only to tap a splice moment of life xx
ME ANOTHER YOU
'In general terms' we are all not that far from each other..xx
HIND WITHIN
A taste of the gentle ..
GOING BEYOND MYSELF
Inner dribble that flow outward ..
Life
All of my girls can brighten my day :)
Telling A Tale
This house talks as if telling it's own story. It starts with a simple sound of winds blowing though the pipes. It seems to be as if this place has it's own attitude. It wants to make you aware of the people that was once H..E..R..E The
Life
You are a pattern of God Whose grace created life Blessed I am who found That beauty in your eyes Tell me of all the kind years As well as those of sorrow For I will catch every tear And keep them from tomorrow
Provence
A reflection of a beautiful time spent in Provence.
moon
eye of the moon looking down into darkness staring, watching quarter draped dark dancing clouds upon the face a wink, silent breeze whisper softly talking night haunting in sounds echo, shadows crawl over no light found creeping d
Charish
My best friend was going through a really difficult time. She lost her sister to breast cancer so I wrote this poem to, hopefully, help her understand that there are others who love her, no matter what crisis exits in our lives.
facebook status
This poem is about 'n African who is proud of being 'n African Yet also understands tha he is also what he is because of God, he sings praise for what he is, he admire the beaauty of Africa with all the poverty. This poem is about me and I wrote it when I discovered how lucky I was that God has updated me. The African.........
If...
I wrote this poem because i was touched by some incident, and i could not help or do anything. I was so touched when writting this poem, it just came rolling in me, as i was sitting there wondering. And at the same time, i learned that we need to have control and have ownership with our lives.
Black Is Beautiful
I started writing this sometime ago. I completed it and am posting it especially for loveavalanche. I dedicate it to all Black People.
respect.........
my son realising his mistakes..........
real or fake
show me your real face fake face whit your smile do you got a heart or mind you like joking you like hurting people is all you can do in real life you got no life low life empty so you need find it in cyberworld you can find many there milions they c
i hate you world
i hate you world you play but i don t play your games you searching for attention then you need play sure they know how too play your game world if they don t do it they lose there fake face so tell me world are ur happy in your fake world